Chapter 1 Why Me?

"Hmm I should go buy some noodles." I said to myself before shutting down my computer and leaving my apartment. Walking down the street as per usual, I headed towards the local supermarket when all of a sudden, I felt my world turn upside down.

"Woah!" Having hit my head on the floor I groaned in pain, as I lay there trying to figure out what was going on. 'Did I slip on that banana peel? What the fuck!?' That was my last thought before my vision descended into darkness.

Or so I thought. 'Literally why can I think?' Was it possible to think while being dead? If so wouldn't that be hell, being in this black void all alone with my thoughts. 'Damn it why did I die, I didn't even get to see the end of One Piece or Berserk.....never got a proper job, never even did anything cool.'

Getting lost in my thoughts I began thinking about all the regrets I had in my life. 'If I get another chance to live, I am going to live with no regrets!' I declared, unfortunately it was an empty promise, after all I wasn't going to get another life after death.

But once again I was proved wrong. 'Why do I feel something on my eyes.....wait why do I have eyes, and why can I open them!?' To say I was confused or shocked would be an understatement, had I been dreaming this entire time? Was my only thought at this moment.

Opening my eyes as well as I could, the light caused me to blink rapidly. It was one of the worst feelings to go from complete darkness to bright light, I had always hated it. Finally after about a minute I managed to open my eyes properly and look around.

'Where am I? Wait, my hands, this cot-like bed..........should I be happy? I guess I got the 2nd life I so wished for.' Reincarnation was the only plausible explanation. I had read about it numerous times in my life, or well past life, but naturally never put any actual stock in it.

After all it was just a ridiculous plot device authors used, there was no way it could be real, but it seemed as though I was disproven. My next question was obvious. 'What type of world have I been reincarnated into.....ideally this is a fanfiction type setting cause then I could abuse my future knowledge, then again that could mean a number of things....'

I began thinking of all the possibilities to no avail. And a few minutes later, as if answering all my questions a tall purple haired man, dressed in similarly purple robes entered the room and walked towards my cot.

Looking at him I immediately knew what type of world I was in. 'Cultivation.....okay, lets not panic it seems as though I am at least in a clan.....fuck no what if there's a young master!?!' As my thoughts went into disarray I was on the verge of tears.

"What's wrong Li'er are you that upset to see your father?" The man began to speak in a language I couldn't understand. This only proceeded to further confuse me. 'Wait, look at him, could I be the young master?' A thought arose in my mind as the man picked me up.

He was handsome, and had weird coloured hair and eyes. All of this indicated he was of high position. Cultivation geniuses were always good looking after all, and coloured hair was also a good sign. 'A bloodline.'

Realising all of this a smile graced my face. "Mhm, I told your mother that I can take care of you for a bit but she didn't believe me. Now look at you, smiling for your first time." The man muttered happily as he rocked me back and forth.

Naturally our thought processes were completely different. 'At least I'll have some natural advantages and if a young master provokes a protagonist-like figure I'll just skedaddle.' With that thought I calmed down, and took enjoyment in being rocked back and forth.

'This is actually quite pleasant.....' I thought before drifting off into sleep.

"Wahh!" A few hours later I woke up, with a groan that sounded more like a cry. Immediately the man who was presumably my father came by the cot and picked me up. "There, there, are you hungry? I have some Spirit Rice here, you can eat it." The man said as he tried to feed me a weird rice grain.

Before it could even touch my mouth a woman burst through the door. "Are you insane!? Why are you feeding our child Spirit Rice, give him here!" Once again I couldn't understand a word but it seemed as though she wanted to take me away from the man.

"...Fine." The man sighed in defeat before handing me to the woman. She was quite beautiful, possibly the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Unlike the man her hair was pitch black as were her eyes.

Taking me in her arms she rocked me back and forth in a practiced motion, much better than the man. "Are you hungry?" She said looking right into my eyes, but she might as well have said nothing cause I couldn't understand anything.

'Wait...before he tried to give me some rice and then she burst through the door...food? And I am a baby....' Thinking it through I immediately felt uncomfortable. If I was right I was about to be breastfed by this woman.

And unfortunately I was. Some perverts would say its a delightful experience, or some weird shit like that, but I simply found it odd. In my previous life I was grown man, so unless someone had some weird mother fetish it wasn't all that pleasant to say the least.

Fortunately after a few minutes it was over, and I was simply rocked back and forth again before being placed inside the cot. The man and woman then continued discussing some things for a few more minutes before leaving the room with a final kiss and a wave.

Thus began my days in this world of cultivation.